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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.