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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
cv313,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.