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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Index,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.