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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Visage,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.