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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.