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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.