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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.