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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.