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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.