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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.