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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.