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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.