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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.