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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 UT 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.