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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.