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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.