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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.