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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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 Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.