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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.