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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.