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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.