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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.