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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.