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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.