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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.