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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalann,
the Normal,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.