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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.