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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Can,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.