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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.