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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.