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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.