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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.