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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.