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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.