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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.