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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.