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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.