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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.