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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.