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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.