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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.