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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
June of 44,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.