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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.