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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
cv313,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Echospace,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Ituana,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.