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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.