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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.