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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
cv313,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.