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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Slave,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.