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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.