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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.