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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.