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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.