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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.