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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Cymande,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.