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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.