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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.