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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.