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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.