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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.