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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.