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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.