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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Monks,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.