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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.