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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.