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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.