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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.