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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.