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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.