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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Neu!,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.