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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.