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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.