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 Italy 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.