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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.