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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.