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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.