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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.