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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.