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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.