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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.