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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.