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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.