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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.