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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.