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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.