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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.