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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.