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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.