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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.