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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.