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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.