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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.