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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.