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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
PIL,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.