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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
MC5,
Fear,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.