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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.