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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.