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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.