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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.