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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.