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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.