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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.