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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.