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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Lalann,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.