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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.