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 Brazil and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.