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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.