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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Faust,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.