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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.