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 Sudan and from New York.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Clarke 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.