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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.