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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Franke,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.