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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.