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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.