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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.