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 Iraq and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.