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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Slave,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.