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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.