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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.