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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.