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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.