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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Pole,
Crime,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Nico,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.