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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.