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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.