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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.