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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
cv313,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.