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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.