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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.