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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.