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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.