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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.