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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.