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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.