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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.