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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.