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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.