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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.