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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.