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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.