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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.