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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.