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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
June Days,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.