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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.