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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.