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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.