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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.