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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.