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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.