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 Africa and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.