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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.