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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.