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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.