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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Move,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.