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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.