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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.