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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.