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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.