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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.