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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.