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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.