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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.