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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
cv313,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.