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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.