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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
New Order,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.