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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.