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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Index,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.