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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.