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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.