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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.