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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.