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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.