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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.