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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.