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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.