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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.