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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.