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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.