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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.