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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.