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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.