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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.