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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.