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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.