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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
New Order,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.