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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Accadde A 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.