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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
June Days,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.