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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Yaz,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.