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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.