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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.