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 Greece and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.