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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.