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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.