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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.