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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Can,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.