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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.