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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.