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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.