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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.