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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.