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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.