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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.