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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.