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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.