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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.