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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.