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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.