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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.