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 Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.