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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.