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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.