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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.