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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.