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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.