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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.