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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s 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 Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.