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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.