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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.