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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.