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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.