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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.