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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.