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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.