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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.