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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.