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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Hashim,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.