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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.