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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.