Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.