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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.