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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.