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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Television,
OOIOO,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.