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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.