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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Görl 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.