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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.