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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Television,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.