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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.