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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Names,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.