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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.