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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.