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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.