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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.