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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.