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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.