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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.