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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.