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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.