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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.