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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.