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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.