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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Smiths,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.