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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.