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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.