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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.