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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.