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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Audionom,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
New Order,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.