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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.