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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.