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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.