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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.