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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Index,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.