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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.