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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.