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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.