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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.