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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.