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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.