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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.