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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.