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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.