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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.