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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.