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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.