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 Uganda and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.