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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.