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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Franke,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Names,
CMW,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.