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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Ludus,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.