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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.