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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.