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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.