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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.