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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.