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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.