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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.