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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
10cc,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.