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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.