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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.