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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Rakim,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.