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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.