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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.