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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.