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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.