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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.