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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.