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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
ABC,
Yaz,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.