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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.