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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.