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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.