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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.