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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Section 25 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Gories,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.