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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.