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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.