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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.