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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.