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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.