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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.