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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.