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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.