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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.