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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.