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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.