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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Pole,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.