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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.