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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
the Human League,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.