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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Flipper,
X-102,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.