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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.