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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.