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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.