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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.