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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.