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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.