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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Qualms,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.