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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.