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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.