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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.