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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.