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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.