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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.