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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.