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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock 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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
UT,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.