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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.