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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.