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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.