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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.