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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.