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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.