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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.