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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
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.