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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.