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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.