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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.