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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.