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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Wings,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.