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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Can to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.