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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.