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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.