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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.