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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.