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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.