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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.