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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Can,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.