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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.