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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.