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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.