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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.