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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.