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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.