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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.