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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.