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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.