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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.