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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.