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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.