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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.