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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.