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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
DNA,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.