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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.