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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.