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 India and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.