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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.