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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.