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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.