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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.