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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.