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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.