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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.