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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.