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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.