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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.