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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.