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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.