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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Magazine,
Television,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.