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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.