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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.