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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Newcleus,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.