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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.