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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.