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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.