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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Television,
The Index,
The Names,
The Standells,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.