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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.