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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.