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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.