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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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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.