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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.