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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.