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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.