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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.