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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.