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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Wire,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.