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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.