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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.