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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.