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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.