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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Wire,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.