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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.