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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
AZ,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.