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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Can,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.