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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.