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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.