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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.