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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.