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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.