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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.