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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Monks,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.