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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Organ,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.