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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.