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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.