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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.