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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.