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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.