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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.