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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.