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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
PIL,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.