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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.