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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Motorama,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.