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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.