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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.