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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.