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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.