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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.