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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.