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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.