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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.