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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.