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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.