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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.