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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.