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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.