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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.