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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.