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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.