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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.