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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.