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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Trumans Water 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.