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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.