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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Wire,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.