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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Martian,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.