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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Symarip,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.