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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.