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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.