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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Names to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.