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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.