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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.