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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.