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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.