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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Fear,
Smog,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.