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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.