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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.