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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.