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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.