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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
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.