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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Nas 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.