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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.