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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.