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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Can,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.