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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.