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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.