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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Japan,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.