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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.