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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.