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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.