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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.