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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.