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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.