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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.