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 New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Swans,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Monks,
Interpol,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.