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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.