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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.