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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.