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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.