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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.