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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.