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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.