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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.