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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.