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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Busters,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.