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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.