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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.