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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.