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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.