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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Faust,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.