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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.