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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.