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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Names,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.