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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.