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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Pylon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.