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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.