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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.