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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.