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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.