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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.