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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
the Swans,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.