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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Q65,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.