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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.