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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.