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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.