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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.