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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.