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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
JFA,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.