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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.