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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.