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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.