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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.