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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
MDC,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Nas,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Black Moon,
Television,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.